One man was the greatest threat to our existence. The weapons he designed put millions at risk—not just in his own country but in the four neighboring nations as well. He had a history of using biological weapons against his own people and trained his men for suicide missions.

He made the top of the Top Priority list at the CIA earlier this year when our contacts abroad obtained footage of him boarding a flight from Beijing to Paris under his latest alias. According to the M15, he now resides in Spain, where the terrorist lives under the cover of an IT analyst in Madrid.

Few people there know his true identity. He uses the vast number of messages sent from his office to hide his coded commands to his men back home. Rumor has it his orders have led to four different attacks in his country.

The British attempted assassination last month and failed miserably. The mission left three men dead and two more stranded in a foreign country.

Even here in the USA he has been regarded as unstoppable. But, according to numerous 'anonymous' sources, our guy does have one weakness, women.

I was honored when I was recruited by Washington to consult on the case. They swore it was standard procedure when they had me complete six weeks of vigorous field training. They taught me to use the latest weaponry the CIA had to offer. Their lessons went beyond the basic self defense we're taught in New York. They had me practice injections, combat, and Spanish phrases. They gave me classified information that only top level officers have access to.

And then they explained my very first mission.

In the spy world they call it a "honey trap." I go to Spain, seduce the greatest enemy of the United States and then, when my handler gives me the 'OK', I lead him to a hotel room where five of our guys will be waiting in the dark with duct tape in one hand and silenced gun in the other.

"How will I get out of Spain?" I ask

"There will be a car waiting outside the building." The agent says flatly.

"To take me to Barajas Airport?" I say.

My eyes narrow and I try to read his cold stare back at me. The room we're in has solid white walls and nothing but the small table and fold-up chair we're sitting on. A lone light bulb hangs above us illuminating the case file.

The agent shakes his head, "They'll drive you to Portugal. From there you'll fly to London."

"Why?"

His face remains blank, "You don't want to be in the country or even on a Spanish airplane when he's found. You'll be safe in Portugal."

"But why London?"

"From Portugal to England you'll fly under your alias. In London we can you your real papers. You'll arrive back in the US as yourself."

"And then?"

"And then you'll be well compensated as promised."

"This isn't about the money."

He gives me a half-smile, "I'm sure your fiancé could use the money after his publisher dropped him."

"How did you..?" I begin.

He shrugs, "We're the CIA. We know what you have for breakfast."

"And what happens if things don't go as planned?" I say.

"Which part in particular?" he says.

"What if they don't kill him?"

"You'll be gone by then. Long gone."

"What if they arrest me before I escape? Do we have any cooperation from their government?"

"We won't need it." He says.

I think through the mission in my head, trying to process every detail. The wait becomes too long for the agent.

"So what do you say?"

"I won't sleep with him." I say.

"I'm sorry?" he says, shocked at the confession.

"I don't know how it usually works around here but I won't sleep with a terrorist just so your guys can get a better shot."

"You won't have to." He assures. "Perhaps a kiss here and there is all we ask. At most."

"And Castle? What will I tell him?"

"We'll take care of that. He'll know you're helping us and that you're safe." He pauses for a moment, "Relatively safe."

"And what if I can't get him to come back to the hotel with me?"

He almost laughs out loud, "That is something you absolutely don't need to worry about."

I shake my head and look down at the table, "I don't know."

The man puts his hand on mine, "This man is responsible for the deaths of thousands. It will be millions soon if something isn't done to stop him. The weapons he has designed could destroy an entire city within minutes. He needs to be stopped. Your country needs your help. Are you up for the task?

I take a deep breath, "When do I leave?"